(Cut to Furia in the back)

[Furia]
"Esta noche, estoy en la Millionaire's Tournement.  Soy muy allegre to be a part of 
this groud breaking tournement. This is just another chance for me to finally prove 
my skills as the "Elite Luchador" in the ring. Derek King will be my first challenge, 
the first road block in my path. And I've learned through experience that there is 
more than one way to get past something in your way.  I can go around it, over 
it, under it, or even through it...and that's exactly what I plan to do tonight.  
King, prepare to feel la Furia go through you!"

(Fade out)

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	 ENGLISH, you gimp! We speak ENGLISH in America!

	 Actually, given the current projected demographics, there is a very good
	chance that America will have two official languages by 2020 or so...

	 And it's a fate we can stave of, if we kick out gimps like this one coming
	down the aisle now!

	 There's something twistedly ironic about the Asian-American demanding
	a tougher immigration policy...

("Staring at the Sun" by the Offspring kicks in and the fans start to pop)

		We are back, and folks, we've got a barnburner of a match for you,
	although this is NOT Furia's first round of the Million Dollar Tournament.
	That will happen shortly enough against the man we just saw, Marcus Oliver.
	However, who he *DOES* have in the ring is one irate Derek King.

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	... Furia suffering a tough loss in that 3 way dance for the LH title,	
	but he's one of the best to come out of Mexico, and will find a way 	
	to bounce back.  A win over Derek King would help that tremendously.
	
	 A win over Derek King will help ANYONE tremendously! He's made a BIG
	splash during his limited time in EWC, and has already established himself
	as a main-event player in the EWC scene.


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("Shove It" by the Cross starts up and Derek King makes his way out to the ring. He 
walks up the steps, steps through the ropes and snatches the microphone out of 
the hand of the announcer. Furia is standing in the corner, ready to start
the match)

[King]
I refuse to believe this... the Electric Wrestling Council
is back, T.R. Parker is given time off to "spend with his
family"... and I, Derek King, have to step into the ring with
this excuse of a wrestler. Furia, I will get back to you later.

Parker. T.R. Parker. Feeling proud, Parker? Resorting to cheap
shots and black outs to beat me? Or does it nag you at night? 
Knowing that you had NO CHANCE at beating me in a straight fight? 
Is that the sort of thing that keeps you up at night, Parker?
That you had to resort to such blatant cheating BECAUSE YOU HAD
NO OTHER CHOICE... does that worry you, Parker? It should. Because
we are not done yet. Not by a longshot, Parker. In fact, if you
have the courage, the pride in yourself, the... lack of self
preservation... then I have a match contract sitting pretty, 
right up in EWC headquarters... if you have the guts, Parker...
then next week. Next week, show your face... and sign that 
contract.

		You can count on Parker doing that, I feel.

(He pauses, paces a bit, then turns to Furia)

As for you... Furia, let me just make something clear. You... are 
not... a wrestler. You are, at best, a gymnast. You jump around, 
flip flop all over the ring. That is not wrestling. *I* am wrestling.
I know more holds than you have ever seen. I have untold amateur
skills. You are just an amateur. I'm giving you a chance to leave
here before you are embarrased. I schooled TR Parker, because I
could. I gave you this chance to leave, because I could. But if
you are still here when I turn around, then I am going to tie you
in a knot... just because I can.

(He turns around to correct his kneepads as the bell rings)

	 The bell sounds, and Furia moves in towards King, but King waving
	him off, almost half out of the ropes, causing referee Ray Chapman
	to force Furia backwards.

	 That may seem like typical stalling, but in this case, he's setting
	the pace early. He will need to keep it a slow WRESTLING match if he hopes
	to win this!

	 King back in now, and King moving in, single leg takedown puts
	Furia on his back, Furia kicks King away.  Furia kips up, chop by Furia
	ducked by King, and King with an armdrag takedown, settling into
	an armbar, putting pressure on Furia's arm.

	 Nice exchange there, with King getting the upper hand...

	 Which he's going to do EVERY time, as long as Furia can't get him moving
	or off of his feet!

	 Furia rolls forward, and is back up again, Furia with an
	armtwist of his own, reversal by King...and Furia backflips over
	behind King...atomic drop on Derek King!  King stunned by that 
	maneuver, and now Furia with an armdrag sending King across the ring,	
	and King now charging right into another armdrag by Furia!

	 This is an early problem for Derek... he can NOT beat Furia in the game
	of high-speed manuevering!

	 King back up, SPINWHEEL KICK...King catches it, and now a
	legtrip, beautiful in it's simplicity, puts Furia on his back,
	and King flips him over into a single leg crab.

	 King with a great reversal there on Furia... and though the fans may
	not like it, he is WRESTLING an excellent match right now... and that's what
	makes him dangerous.

	 So dangerous T.R. Parker would rather walk the dog and mow the lawn for
	a few months rather than face him like a man!

	 Furia managing to head toward the ropes... you make it sound like Parker
	is running away from King, which he's not...

	 Well, don't get me wrong... if the choice is quote-quality time-unquote
	with my wife and getting my ass handed to me by a superior athlete, I'd mow the
	lawn for a few weeks myself!

	 Furia managing to get to the ropes, and King breaks the hold	
	by postholing the knee into the mat!  That's a hallmark of King - no
	wasted motion.  King takes Furia by the hair, now Furia with a couple
	of shots right to the breadbasket, and now a knife-edge chop backs
	King up...King firing back, and not both men are trading chops
	center ring!

	 This is unexplored territory... we're moving towards a straight FIGHT,
	and it'll be interesting to see who is the victor here!

	 King now ducks a chop, goes for a waistlock takedown, but Furia
	slides under King's leg, and a double legtrip takedown puts King right
	onto his face...and now Furia dragging King out of the ring.

	 This is a risk here... Furia's higher-impact style may pay big
	dividends outside, but if he misses a move, he's staring right at a 
	countout!

	 Chop by Furia rocks King, and now Furia with an irish whip, and
	King crashes right into the ringside barrier as Furia slides back into the
	ring.

	 I don't think Furia will get the count-out 'W' that easily... but I 
	guess he isn't trying!...

	 Furia charging in, suicide dive, NO!  King had moves, and Furia
	managed to double back before coming in.  King now staring at Furia...
	and he's leaving?

	 Probably tired of giving free wrestling lessons to that luchadore 
	gimp...

	  King deciding apparently Furia isn't worth his time, he's heading
	up the rampway!  Furia not accepting this at all, he's on his way after him...
	OOOH, King turns around and plants a boot on the low end of Furia's waist.

	 Good psychology by King, since Furia is not the type to stop taking 
	the fight to you. Furia's stunned now, and in the wrong situation!

	 Cagey move by King, he follows with an eye rake, and a low knee
	that double Furia over...wait, King can't possibly be....he is, he's got
	him up, PILEDRIVER ON THE STEEL RAMP!!! Furia is down, and he's down hard!

	 Do it again, Derek... maybe you'll brain him so hard he'll keep 
	speaking English for once!

	 King dragging Furia down by the mask back to ringside, and he 
	tosses the downed Furia back into the ring.  King now all swagger as he
	rolls back in, stomping onto the back of Furia,and on the arms and 
	across the body, before finally ending on the right knee and leg!

	 Furia trying desperately to get up after each blow, but it's too 
	hard to regroup with someone going Rodney King on you!

	 King picks Furia up, backbreaker, and still hold on to lift him into
	a bodyslam!  King covers, count of one, count of two...two only, Furia still
	in this.  King, wasting no time, grabs the leg and places some kicks to
	the inside of it.

	 Lower, Derek, lower! C'mon, Derek, you keep missing his...

	 DAVID!

	 King still has the leg as he slides outside, we've seen this before,
	King slamming the leg onto the side of the ringpost.  King nails the leg a 
	second time, now wrapping the leg around the post for a ringpost figure four!

	 Taking out Furia's leg is a good strategy, but that ringpost figure 
	four isn't the best move to do so now. It's too easy to lose track of time 
	and get counted out. That should be saved for...

	 The post-match beatdown...

	 Right! Save it for the post...HEY!

	 Chapman laying a countout on King, but King breaking the hold at seven,
	enough time for him to slide back in, with the damage already done.  King 
	reaches down and now getting four seconds worth of a choke onto the fallen
	Furia before slowly pulling him to his feet.  King whips Furia out of the
	corner, FURIA REVERSES, and King TUMBLES out of the ring over the opposite 
	corner.

	 Furia just COLLAPSED in the center of the ring after that... he's 	
	struggling to get up, because now it's gut-check time! He's got to show what 
	he's got inside of him... he's got to show he's got...

	 The spinal cord of a jellyfish?

	 Would you PLEASE let me finish my sentences, David?

	 Nope!

	 

	 Furia too hurt to capitalize, he's stilled stunned in the center
	of the ring.  King back on the apron, he's climbing to the top turnbuckle...
	Furia comes out of the crouch and DROPKICKS King, and King crotches 	
	himself on the top turnbuckle!

	 Derek, Derek... leave that high flyin' stuff to gimps like Furia... 
	like Robbie McGill... like...

	 You were when you wrestled?

	 Yeah, like... HEY!

	 Hey... completing other people's sentences /IS/ fun!

	 Furia still in visible pain, but he's trying to work through it.
	Furia back up...and he hits a HURACANRANA OFF OF THE TOP ROPE ON KING!
	
	 BIG TIME move by Furia, and the crowd is screaming after that! Derek 
	is getting back to his feet, but he is wobbly after that!
	
	 King back up, and Furia with a spin kick to the face, followed by
	a hard knife-edge chop that backs King into the ropes.  Furia now sending
	King for the ride, and nails a hard crescent kick to the face of King,
	levelling him.  Furia now off the ropes, senton drop, and a cover...
	count of two...kickout by King.  Furia back up, and King with a sweep kick to Furia's 	hurt leg, and he's not ignoring that.  King picks Furia up, stun gun off the 
	opposite ropes, and just like that, King regains control of the match.

	 See, that? THAT is a technician at work!

	 Indeed, that counter not only placed Derek back on the offense, but 
	continued his strategic assault of Furia's leg.

	 King hooks the leg, we have one, we have two, we *ALMOST* have 
	three, Furia barely getting out of that one, and King back up, takes
	the leg, spinning toehold right into the figure four!

	 See, THIS is why Derek King has run T.R. Parker out of the EWC...

	 I wouldn't say he's run him off. I'd say that...

	 T.R. Parker ran like a little girl home to Mommy?

	 Okay... I'm not starting this game again.

	 Furia struggling to reach the ropes, he's obviously in a lot
	of pain at the moment, King bearing down on that leg for all he's worth!

	 And you can SEE the pain in Furia! He's reaching and struggling, 
	but, even if you can't see his face, you can see from the trembles in his 
	arm that this move is driving him nearer and nearer to the brink...

	 Furia struggling...reaching...he manages to get to the ropes!
	Chapman calling for the break, and King, of course, takes his sweet time
	in doing it!  King wasting no time, locks a front facelock on Furia...
	GOURDBUSTER! King grabs Furia, he's setting him up for the "Guillotine" facebuster...
	Furia hearing nothing of that though, BIG backdrop from the Elite Luchadore!
	
	 And THAT just saved the match! This is what I was talking about when 
	I talked about having heart!

	 King up, but staggering, Furia coming off the ropes, SPRINGBOARD DDT!
	Furia with the cover, we have one, two, KICKOUT by King.  Furia now
	signaling for "La Amenaza Triple", aka "The Triple Threat"!

	 He's taking a big chance here, but this match is OVER if he hits 
	this!

	 First turnbuckle moonsault, Furia up, second one!!! Furia now at
	the top...OOH, King gets his knees up, and that stops that!

	 And this match is over ANYWAY! HA!

	 King on his feet, HARD kick to the leg of Furia, and that drops
	him to one knee....King double underhook, "GUILLOTINE"!  He hit the 
	guillotine, and a cover...we have two...we have three!!!

("Shove It" by the Cross kicks in)

	 Furia put up a good fight, but King had his number and then some
	tonight!

	 Just like he had Parker's number! That's what makes him good... he 
	doesn't have the badass potential of Monroe or Frown, but he says what he's 
	gonna do, and then he beats you 1,2,3. You HAVE to respect that!

	 I think we all do, David... noone's not saying that Derek King isn't 
	a helluva competitor. We saw that in the ring tonight; call it luck or call 
	it skill, Derek King still came out with the "W".

	 What's going to happen next week, though?  Parker for sure will
	be here, but how will he react to King's challenge?

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(The camera opens on Nathan Stormcatcher going through his pre-match 
preparations in the locker room.  The door swings open quickly as 'The Ace' 
Ty Kross storms through into the room with a suitcase in his hand.) 

[Kross] 
I can't even tell you how bad of a flight I just had.  I had to fly into 
LAX from Japan last night.  The plane was late, so I had to rebook a flight 
into Chicago.  Those jerks lost all my luggage but this piece of crap. 

(Ty throws his bag across the room) 

[Kross] 
So I had to sleep in Chicago until I could get a flight here.  And to top 
it off, the Avis at the Pittsburgh airport only had compact cars.  I can't 
wait to kick the crap out of someone tonight.  Who am I slapping around 
tonight? 

(Stormcatcher glances up with a calm look.) 

[Stormcatcher] 
Your decision to wait until the last minute is unwise.  One must always prepare 
properly and remain every vigilent.  Weapons of Last Resort will be tonight's 
challenge, one that should not be taken lightly. 

[Kross] 
Cool... I hate the big, dumb, Japanese fool and his runt partner.  That boy 
can't be from Texas.  Anyway, if you get in trouble, give me the high sign 
and I'll pop someone with the branding iron. 

[Stormcatcher, closing his eyes in deep thought] 
That won't be necessary, a warrior relies on his merits and skill.  My people 
tell of a lazy fox who fails to sharpen his teeth choosing to rely on tricks to 
escape the hunters, then one day his thicket is cleared and his hollow trunk is 
gone.  The chase is short, the fight is brief for the fox prefers shortcuts to 
preparing himself for battle. Reliance on underhanded trickery is not the mark 
of a warrior. 

[Kross] 
Maybe you should wrestle your match and I'll wrestle mine.  We'll see who's 
right after /I/ win the match for us. 

(Ty Kross walks off, leaving Stormcatcher shaking his head) 

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